Stories from the Past

Did anyone actually READ THAT SUCKER??! It was great! Like, srsly, who's Kate 18? Does she have a site? She needs to send me the rest of that story, yo!! So far it reminds me of The Hunger Games, but WHATEV!!!! Less blood and gore, and that's a good thing! Since the page with her story on it is probably gonna expire when the next writing contest ends, I better write that story in stone. To keep FOREVER. Sooo, you can read her fantastical story after clicking "Read More" at the end of this post. It's her stuff, totally NOT MINE. Her stuff. HER HACKIN' AWESOME STUFF.

Sorry, I get ecstatic when I find good writing like dat. (Especially with a little bit of romance. . . erggg, I can't helpt it!!)

Anyway, you doods know AdorkableJ? It's okay, no mean gossip here, but I didn't know she was a fangirl! Like, she shipped stuff?

The Wilderness by Kate 18

I woke up to the morning sun beating down on my face. I get up and rub my eyes. Another morning in the woods. I grab my gun and head outside to hunt. I go the opposite direction of The Town, a place where normal people live. This is my everyday routine since Mother dragged me and Emily out here. My name is Tracy Rinehouse. I used to be just another normal person.

I lived in The Town. But then Mother found out something horrible. A secret that has driven her mad for years; driven her to such insanity to move us out to the Wilderness. I hate that woman. I hate her. And i hate my dad, for leaving us. Leaving me and Emily with another mouth to feed.

I march out farther into the Wilderness. A goose flutters by and I shoot it in one clean shot. Wind rustles the leaves above my head. Then a young male deer steps out into a clearing. I haven't seen a deer since last November. I grab my gun with excitement. I aim the gun at its heart when a shout fills the silence. The deer scrambles away. I curse under my breath. Another shout and then a cry of pain.

I run in the direction of the noises and come to a clearing where a young man sits, clutching his leg gasping in pain. He has medium legnth sandy hair. He hasn't seen me yet. What should I say? I haven't seen another person besides Emily and Mother in 12 years. He looks up suddenly. He has dark blue eyes that stare into mine. "Shoot me," he says, "shoot me now. Get me out of this horrible world."

The only other person I heard call this world horrible was Mother. It took me by surprise. "You think this world is horrible?" I ask him." Very," he replies. I can't help but notice that his eyes look less frightened, but intrigued. Intrigued by me. I walk over and sit beside him."Who are you?" I asked this strange boy. "Colin," he said,"and who are you?""I'm Tracy," I say cautiously,"Tracy Rinehouse,".He stares at me for a moment then asks, "Do you live here? I mean in the Wilderness?" I take a moment to answer. Do I live here? More like I was dragged out here not in my own will. But sadly, the answer is yes.

"Yes, I've lived here for twelve years. My mother dragged me and my sister out here when I was six," Then he says," that means you are eighteen," "Right," I reply. "Could I ask why your mom dragged you out here?" I avoid the question by asking, "What happened to your leg?""I fell off those rocks over there," he said as he pointed over to a pile of rocks. I look closer at and cautiously touch it. He flinches but he doesn't complain."It's broken," I announce, "I guess you can't make it back to Town.""I'm not going back," he said, "ever." Now that was something I was not expecting to hear. I have NEVER heard someone normal say that. Even I have this dream that someday, someday I will go back to the town.

"Well," I say, "I can't just leave you here so you will have to come to my house,"" But I can't walk," he reminds me."Well then lean on my shoulder." I help him up and he leans on my shoulder. I can't help but notice that he smells like pine trees. I think I am going to like this Colin guy I think as we walk back in silence to my house.